Welcome to Otkrovenia!
site for personal creativity
"Otkrovenia"(bulgarian word for "Revelations") is the largest personal creation site with
author's works in different categories like poetry, prose, translations,
photography, music, art
and hand crafts.
Publish your own works: Share your revelations, turn your feelings into notes, create a melody from
the emotion, put your words in a verse or story. State a position in the form of an article or essay. Draw your mood
in a picture or show the beautiful moments in photos.
Be yourself, reveal yourself!
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Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard ...
Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard ...
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Здравейте, скъпи приятели и мили хора в този малък свят на откровения и истинска красота!
Започвам една поредица от споделяния на последния ми проект, който се състои от 19 композиции и представлява една завършена приказка от различни емоции, чувства и преживявания. Все още се колебая дали изобщо да ...
Започвам една поредица от споделяния на последния ми проект, който се състои от 19 композиции и представлява една завършена приказка от различни емоции, чувства и преживявания. Все още се колебая дали изобщо да ...
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...when the mind stretches to perceive beyond them,
the nuances of existence undermine my very foundation...
...as time passes the boundaries are closing in;
I'm stretching thin
between all the concepts and notions... ...
the nuances of existence undermine my very foundation...
...as time passes the boundaries are closing in;
I'm stretching thin
between all the concepts and notions... ...
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Music is a phantom and a muse,
it can frighten or amuse.
Music is an illusion so real
you can't help but feel.
It moves you in intricate ways, ...
it can frighten or amuse.
Music is an illusion so real
you can't help but feel.
It moves you in intricate ways, ...
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Nothing
but a whimsical and nowhere bound play with the melody of words.
A gentle wind(ow) whispers in despair
That losing you could only be compared
To losing sight of all the joyful streets ...
but a whimsical and nowhere bound play with the melody of words.
A gentle wind(ow) whispers in despair
That losing you could only be compared
To losing sight of all the joyful streets ...
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